gangva gangva gangva
ho o o o gangva sidha sadha bhola bhala
ganvo ka wo rehanewala auron ko phul jisane bante
khud to pehan liye kante har dil mein jisaka makam hai
bolo toh kya uska nam hai gangva gangva gangva ho ho

gujari jungle se ek mehala sherani dikha toh kiya hamala
mehala ne darr ke mare gangva pukara
sunate hi nam sher bhaga dekha na usane pichha aga
dekha na usne pichha aga auron ko bachana jisaka kam hai
bolo toh kya usaka nam hai gangva gangva gangva ho ho

banake kayamat jo tuta jisane luteron ko luta
amiron se chhina garibon ko bata na woh hindu na musalman hai
insaniyat hi iman hai insaniyat hi iman hai
pyar hi jisaka paigam hai bolo toh kya usaka nam hai
gangva gangva gangva ho ho

pakad na payi pulis ki toli rok na payi jisako goli
ik phul ne uske kadamon ko roka
nanhi jan jisane bacha li khud ki jan mushkil mein dali
khud ki jan mushkil mein dali khataron se jo hamkalam hai
bolo toh kya uska nam hai gangva gangva gangva ho ho
sidha sadha bhola bhala ganvo ka woh rehane wala
auron ko phul jisane bante khud to pehan liye kante
har dil mein jiska makam hai bolo toh kya usaka nam hai
gangva gangva gangva ho ho

Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa,
Oh, oh, oh, Gangwa, simple, pure of heart,
Guardian of the villages, he,
Who scattered flowers for others,
Wore thorns upon his own skin.
In every heart, his dwelling place,
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.

Through the jungle, a woman passed,
A lioness appeared, and charged,
In fear, the woman cried, "Gangwa!"
At the name, the lion fled,
Caring not for chase or coming,
Whose work it is to save others.
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.

Like a tempest, he struck,
Robbing the robbers,
From the rich, he took, to give to the poor.
Neither Hindu nor Muslim, he,
Humanity, his only faith,
Humanity, his only faith,
Love, his only message.
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.

The police could not hold him,
Bullets could not stop him,
A single flower stayed his steps,
A tiny life, he saved,
Risking his own, in peril.
Risking his own, in peril,
Familiar with dangers.
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.
Simple, pure of heart,
Dweller of the villages, he,
Who scattered flowers for others,
Wore thorns upon his own skin.
In every heart, his dwelling place,
To speak of him, what is his name?
Gangwa, Gangwa, Gangwa, ho, ho.